The color blue, sparkling on a brand new nineteen-sixty-two cadillac.

 

Jean shorts and ice cream.

 

The smell of fresh rain and evening humidity.

 

A tameness that can only exist in a truly small town world.

 

Flirtations at diners, nerves at midnight

 

kisses and hand holding

 

pretty girls that roam in pairs

 

carnivals and street fairs

 

sunset glow and drive-in theaters

 

crisp, warm air and unused car-heaters,

 

used late at night when the air turns brisk

 

by gentle boys in the driver’s seat

 

of a brand new nineteen-sixty-two cadillac

in summer.